CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: COACH’S SECRET DATE(II)

Her lips trembled against his, but she didn’t push him away.

Instead, Mayumi melted, her body, her walls, her excuses everything collapsing under the weight of that kiss.

Renji kissed like no boy she had ever known. No fumbling. No hesitation. Just raw, deliberate hunger.

When he finally pulled back, her breath came in sharp gasps.

Her knees felt weak. Her hand gripped his jacket just to stay steady.

"...Renji..." she whispered.

His hand traced her jaw, down her neck, his thumb grazing her collarbone.

"You don’t want me to stop."

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

Her body betrayed her, pressing closer to him. Her voice, though shaky, still tried to resist.

"This is... reckless. Someone might—"

He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time. A kiss that devoured her protest and replaced it with a needy whimper.

When he pulled away again, his lips curved in a smirk.

"Then let’s go somewhere no one will see."

They ended up at her apartment.

The second the door shut behind them, Renji had her against it. Her coat slipped to the floor, his hands already sliding over her dress, feeling the warmth of her body beneath.

"Renji—wait—" she gasped, though her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

"You waited too long already," he growled, his voice vibrating against her lips. "You’ve been starving for this. For someone to touch you. To remind you you’re not just a coach... but a woman with needs."

Her eyes squeezed shut. The truth of his words tore through her. She hated how easily he read her... and how desperately she wanted to believe him.

Her dress straps slipped off her shoulders under his touch. Cool air kissed her skin.

She shivered.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered. His mouth hovered over her ear, hot and teasing. "If you don’t, I’ll keep going... and you’ll never be able to look at me the same again."

Silence.

Her breath came ragged. Her thighs pressed together helplessly.

But the word never left her lips.

Instead

"...Don’t you dare stop."

Renji’s grin was wicked.

"Good answer, Coach."

He lifted her with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her deeper inside. She clung to him, panting into his mouth as he kissed her again, harder this time, tongues clashing.

The years of loneliness, of keeping herself guarded, of pretending she didn’t need this all of it came crashing down in that moment.

Her heels hit the floor. Her dress slid halfway down. His jacket was already discarded.

She barely recognized her own voice, breathless and needy, whispering, "God... what are you doing to me?"

Renji pressed her against the wall, his forehead against hers, his hand gripping her thigh.

"Making you mine."

Her back hit the wall again as his lips trailed down her neck.

Every kiss was fire, every bite left her trembling.

"Renji..." her voice broke between gasps, "...I can’t... I shouldn’t—"

"Then stop me." His hand slid up her thigh, under her dress, finding lace. His smirk widened against her skin. "But you won’t. Because you want this more than I do."

Her breath caught. She hated how much truth there was in that.

Years of abandonment, of pretending she was strong and untouched, all shattered under his touch.

She wanted to fight it, but instead—her fingers gripped his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him with a desperation she didn’t know she still had.

The bed creaked as he laid her down, looming over her with that wicked grin.

"You don’t know how beautiful you look right now, Coach. Half-undressed, begging without saying it."

Her chest heaved, her bra straps sliding down her shoulders.

"Shut up," she whispered, but her eyes, dark and needy—contradicted her words.

He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring. His hand slid under her bra, palming her heavy breast, teasing her nipple until she moaned into his mouth.

"Renji... god..." she whimpered, arching against him.

His jacket was gone, shirt unbuttoned halfway. She pulled at it, hungry to feel his skin. When her fingers traced the hard lines of his chest, she gasped. He wasn’t just a boy—he was built like a man, a soldier carved into the body of youth.

Her thighs parted under him, instinct betraying her restraint.

"Tell me," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot, "what do you want?"

She bit her lip, embarrassed, trembling.

"I... I want you."

Those words sealed her fate.

He stripped her slowly, piece by piece, savoring every inch of exposed skin.

Her bra fell away. Her breasts spilled free, flushed and perfect. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, making her cry out as her back arched.

His hand slid down, finding the heat between her thighs. Her lace panties were soaked.

"Already drenched," he teased, pressing a finger against her slit. "All this time, pretending you didn’t want me."

She moaned helplessly. "Renji... please..."

That plea snapped what little patience he had left.

Her panties tore away in his fist.

He lined himself up, thick and hard, nudging at her entrance.

Her eyes widened. "You—oh my god—"

"Look at me," he ordered. His hand gripped her chin, forcing her gaze into his. "From this moment, you’re mine. Understand?"

Her lips parted, a desperate whisper slipping out. "...Y-Yes."

Then he thrust in.

Her cry filled the room, her nails raking down his back as he stretched her wide.

It had been so long. Too long. The sting, the fullness, the way he filled every aching void inside her—it made her head spin.

"Renji... oh fuck—!"

He groaned, burying himself deep, savoring her tight heat. His hand pinned hers to the mattress, his hips grinding slow at first, teasing, making her squirm.

"You feel incredible, Mayumi. Better than I ever imagined."

Her legs locked around him, pulling him deeper.

"Don’t....don’t stop—"

And he didn’t.

The bed rocked with every thrust, her cries growing louder, wetter, needier. His mouth captured hers, swallowing her moans as his hips drove harder.

Every thrust broke another piece of her restraint.

Every kiss claimed another piece of her heart.

Until finally, she shattered beneath him. Her body clenched tight around his cock, a scream tearing from her throat as she came undone.

Renji didn’t stop, driving her through it, pounding her until he joined her in bliss, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan.

When it was over, she lay trembling against him, her body still humming with aftershocks.

Her face buried against his chest, voice muffled but raw.

"...What have you done to me?"

Renji kissed her forehead.

"Exactly what you needed."